The salt mountains, a.k.a. "sinking through stuff"

We were at some sort of salt hot water spring, streaming down a hillside like a big water slide with thrilling waterfalls. We slid down the stream, surrounded by slopes full of salt, looking like a thick layer of snow. Once we reached the end I started walking forward in the salt and the others followed me. But all of a sudden I started sinking through it, deeper and deeper. It seemed bottomless. Until finally I broke through the roof of some sort of underground cottage. The others came down with me. The inside looked like a big sauna, with an adjacent room with what looked like a sea of small bags of cat food. I noticed that one of them were opened and that some food were spread around it, as if someone had been there recently, eating from it. I started wading through the sea of food bags when all of a sudden I started sinking again, feeling the bags envelope me.

Birthday parties and wild dogs on Gran Canaria

Me and Martin Hammarstedt was at Fredrik Cedervall's birthday party. His mother wondered if we would do the same thing this year - just taking cake and food and leave and play ourselves at one of our places. And so we did. Martin was giving me a ride back on the back of his bike, while I held all the goodies. We had some sort of sweet bread with us, taken from the party. We started talking about whether or not we should feel guilty about leaving the party and then went home to my place. My mom had moved her outdoors shed, and it no longer had any electricity, so we needed to figure out how to plug in her new wifi, as it needed to be outdoors but still have access to a power socket. It was a bit tricky, but once we had fixed it I could play Heroes of the Storm with Budrik.

I went to Gran Canaria with Siri and was hanging out on a rocky beath north of the lighthouse of Maspalomas. Thomas Knudsen sent pictures from his birthday party with loads of cake in them. I was going to send back a photo of the lighthouse and a selfie, when I noticed in my camera that a dog was standing behind me. I took a picture of it and sent it, then turned around to look at it. It was some sort of exotic wild dog, with markings like a cheetah around its eyes. I think I was in danger, but somehow I was able to sneak into the water, and the dog didn't notice me and started sniffing and went the other way up the beach.

I got up out of the water and started running. Martin and Siri joined me and Martin kicked something on the ground and shouted "hand grenade!". I caught it and it was actually a hand grenade, but the pin was still in it. I decided that this could be good to have, but that our parents mustn't find out. We were kids after all. So we were trying to figure out a good place to hide it. The camera panned out and swept over the ocean, landing back in Arild, while my voice over talked about different girls that were older than us that we could probably trust with our secret hand grenade and other cool stuff we'd found. The camera landed on a scene where I was a baby, talking loudly about what I liked and didn't like, strung up in some sort of baby holder, while my mother was taking care of me. I said loudly that "we must all trust each other, because what I dislike the most is deceit". The word "deceit" was in English and I had obviously learnt it somewhere. As I was watching my baby self, I thought that was so funny that I wanted to record it. I noticed that the teeth of my baby self were moving constantly as I was talking, like the needles of a sea urchin. I tried using the teeth to rewind back to when I said the line about deceit, as if they were controlling me. Then mom took a tongs and pulled out my baby self's bottom teeth.